I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

what he looked like. She said

scorching her skin,

boy, only for her crush to find out about

feelings and reject her.

he was saying, “Sorry, we’re not

though Isabella was tough, she still

told him she had said

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much like an excuse. No

Seth.

raised her hand and wiped her face while Seth wasn’t

herself to calm down. You have nothing to be afraid of. You’ve

to herself, Isabella

the rear-view mirror and met her

kill to be

Seth frowned, something stirring in

witnessed in the

conversation explicitly stated Isabella wanted to be Mrs.

the president’s wife.

for five years and tended to your needs every

told me to and never left you. Even if you were an

would be hard for me not to fall for you.” Isabella

and praised Seth

swirled around in the driver’s seat.

relaxed. Isabella tried to guess

saw was the back of his head. She could only rely

playing hard to get. Sometimes my mind snaps out

hair, speaking calmly. “You’re not going

why are you holding me

else was fake, but the last

it sounded genuine. Seth was

said the last

what Gordon had said in

want me to hold you back